My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1985

The rumors said that Manfred was a cruel tyrant, and nearly every woman who had served him met a tragic end, tortured to the brink of death.

He was beyond twisted. His mansion even housed a pit of serpents.

He had a particular fondness for cruel methods of torture.

In Everholm, a place far from the reach of any authority, no one could challenge him.

Even now, the same could be said for Vlario. The common people lived in fear, trembling at the mercy of those in power. It seemed like the entire world was sick, with no one caring about the lives of the ordinary.

They all viewed the commoners as mere insects. When Manfred's cold gaze swept across the room, it felt like a blade was aimed at them.

"Keep the third person from the left," Manfred coldly ordered.

The girl who was third in line froze when she realized she was the one chosen to stay. Her face was drenched in tears, a look of sheer terror overwhelming her.

Her eyes were extraordinarily beautiful. They were nearly identical to the woman in the portrait.

It was the tears in her eyes that captured Manfred's attention, leaving him entranced.

But after a brief moment of gazing at her, he grew cold again and muttered, "Still not right."

Just those three words seemed to jolt the drunken revelers back to a sliver of their senses.

"Manfred, you've been acting a bit strange lately. This girl looks untouched, with eyes that hold so much innocence. If you're not interested, then let me have some fun with her. Honestly, her tears are so beautiful, those eyes… I'd love to keep them as a collection."

The man speaking, Sterling Bowman, was in his 20s. He had a handsome face. His features carried a mix of charm, yet there was an unsettling, chilling presence about him.

His words made the girl who remained even more terrified. She trembled violently.

The eyes that had once been praised for their beauty were now filled with nothing but dread.